Gotta Get Mine

Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoa, gotta get, mine I'm livin' in the age of di chronic, forty ounce and blunts The type of decent women allah know ah stunts Now I got to wear Versace just to get a gal to watch me It ain't no sunshine, how can I get mine? Why I sell myself for modern day slavery? Now I'm doin' LP's for 5cent royalties Mama can ya save ya son? All these leeches over me Feel like gathering my duns, gettin' all our guns Count down 3, 2, 1, come down Mad Lion! (Mad lion) yo yo roll a spliff, what, yeah! Di night is young, We all got our guns Who's down to go commit a robbery? A robbery I gotcha block on lock soliciting private stocks of trees Direct in boat from di West Indies Jamaica, experience it just break ya Smoke it inna ya blunts, Philly leaves are ya paper I tell it, into my sensimilla place, my bodega Here I got all type of flavor Distribution major, no dealer can match me equal Niggas buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes But, Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoa, gotta get, mine Well den, huh! When I was six I received my nines as a birthday gift Pray ya Lord if ya see my nines It's enough to make any grown man cry, Now mama neva' tell me policeman would arrest me Even though I without coach, me an den try ti warn me ? Dem ever get swole me, recruit me to di army guy tell me I found out these things by my lonely. Well, well X amount of things lead to see ya get dead Livin' on dem greed ya get shot, knot dem face Dem wanna lose dem life an weh say willed argument Dey body all up pulpit cement, well well. ? get sense in a fuckin' situation Everybody know say I man nev' run from provocation The way things are run now the yout up inna possession Fuck around an us buck dem inna point on, black Talon Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoa, gotta get, mine